The Dead Walking

(You all know the story of the Walking Dead. This is a different version of the walking dead.) I lost my family at the beginning. Been alone ever since. Till one day I stumble across a group. A group that changes my life. My name is Isabella, but I prefer Izzy. I wish I could say I am the same person as I was a year ago, but that would be a lie. I wish I could say walkers are the only things I have killed. I wish I could say a lot of things, but none of them would be true.

18. I wish it was a Dream

I sit up fast and look around. I am sitting in my bed at the prison, with Carl at my feet. He is still sleeping. Thank god it was a dream. I don't know what I would do if we had to leave the prison. My eyes widen as I think about the long dream. I kissed Carl. I love him? I think I do. I sigh and lay back down on my side. I hug my knees to my chest. "Izzy?" Carl asks. I must have woke him.

"Yeah?"

"You've been asleep for 2 days."

"What are you talking about?"

"You passed out when we found out Salus got over run. We came back here while you were out," he explains.

It wasn't a dream. I wish it was, but it wasn't. If it was Carl could not know about Salus, but he does so its has to be real. 2 days? I was out for 2 days? I don't remember fainting. "So it wasn't a dream," I say under my breath.

"No. Why would it be a dream?" I must have said it too loud. Crap.

"Well I wake up, back in the prison and I didn't remember coming back so I thought it was all just a dream. I wish it was a dream," I add. "Did the rest of the group come back?"

"We still don't know where Carol, Lizzie, Mika, Tireese and..." he cant finish. I see pain in his eyes.

"Oh," is all I can say.

He nods. "At least we're all back here," he shrugs. "I cant be too upset."

"Yes you can. You're missing your sister Carl, you're allowed to be upset," I insist. He winces at the sentence. I lean forward and give him a reassuring hug. "I sorry."

"Its okay. At least I have you," he smiles.

"And I have you," I smiles back.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving."

"Then come here," he grabs my hand and leads me to his room. "Sit here," he points to his bed. "And shut your eyes," he instructs. I roll my eyes before I cover them. I hear him grab something and walk over to me. "Okay you can look."

I open my eyes and see him holding a huge can of pudding. I raise an eyebrow. "Where did you get that?"

"We had been saving it for awhile, but my dad said we could have it. He was glad we were back here so he was in a good mood."

"Well don't be shy... open it!"

He opens it up and sets down beside me. He hands me a spoon and I shake my head. He always has spoons. We each take a bite one at a time, slowly at first, but after awhile we dig in. I shove my mouth with the vanilla pudding and so does Carl. I miss my mouth one of the times and a spoonful falls to the floor. I start laughing right off the bat. Carl smiles really big and I can see he is trying not to laugh, but finally he cant hold it back anymore. "Do you need me to feed you Izzy," he teases.

"You can go ahead, cause apparently I don't know how to use a spoon properly anymore," I joke.

He raises an eyebrow like he just got an idea. My eyes widen. Whats he going to do? He dips his spoon in the can and holds it up. "Open up!"

I roll my eyes, but open up my mouth. He makes and airplane noise as he wiggles it in front of my face. "What kind of airplane drives like that?" I ask as I burst out laughing.

"My airplane. Got a problem with it?" he jokes.

"Well remind me not to ride on your airplane."

By now we are both cracking up. I lay back and look at the ceiling. I haven't laughed like this in so long. He lays back too. My chest hurts and I'm breathing fast. Slowly I start to catch my breath and I sit back up with a smile still on my face. He stays laying on his back and I see my perfect chance. I tickle his stomach and he automatically curls up and yells," Stop!"

"Are you giving up?"

"Never," he shakes his head and pins me down as he tickles my stomach. I have always been really ticklish. I cringe and start laughing uncontrollably.

"Okay okay okay. Stop!" I say in between laughs.

"Are you giving up?" he repeats what I just asked a minute ago.

He has me down. I wont be able to get out of his grip. He's too strong and I'm too ticklish. "Yes," I make a sad face by sticking out my bottom lip.

With that I spin around and sprint out of the room. I hear him behind me, but I am fast. I always have been fast. I used to race people at school and I would always win. I go around a corner and hear Carl fall behind a little. Yes! Then I feel someone tackling me. I fall to the floor, but it doesn't hurt. Carl lays beside me looking proud. "What the heck Carl! You could have hurt me!" I say. I don't really care, I'm just mad he caught me.

"I could have, but I didn't."

I just glare at him. He has a smile on his face and soon he starts laughing. "Its not funny," I give him a light push, but he catches my hands before I can pull away and he pulls me toward him. Our lips collide. His arms wrap around my waist and I rest my arms on his shoulders. Maybe its not so bad that it wasn't a dream. If it was then me and Carl would not be together and that is a world I do not want to live in.